Zoocci coke Dope – Mr nice guy lyrics

Zoocci coke Dope – Mr nice guy lyrics

Yeah

This shit don’t come around everyday so…
Appreciate it while it’s here.

Yeah

I tried to be a nice guy, Niggas locked me outside. Now a nigga on flight, Catch a body on sight
These niggas wanna fight, I was workin every night. Now I’m flying like a Kite. We ain’t blowin all the time.

Had to get shit right. “You gon blow up Right”, That’s what they all said. You niggas really love fame.
I just wanna tell a story, Getting money mandatory. Whole family prayin for me.
So everyday Hunkie Dory.

I ain’t never gon miss, My whole team feeling safe. I grew up like this, I ain’t never outta place.

Daddy proud in a coffin, Momma famous at the office. All the haters wonder how come?
I’m doin numbers like a Baffin.

My girl know she gotta winner, Steak with the sawce for dinner. I’m makin the moves, And gettin the cash and No I am not a beginner.

Iphone on silent, Most you niggas phony. Long day, Light a stogie. The fake ones call me homie.

My momma said go make a living, I’m makin a killing. I’m smoking and switching, Flex with my Sister. Oh what a feeling!

You niggas are mad. They hate on a man. I got a plan, I came in the game to do what I can.

They tried to keep me from the money
(Nice try)
(Nice try)
I was playin with these niggas
(No more Mr Nice guy)
Feeling so well connected
(Wi-Fi)
(Wi-Fi)
The game is mine for the taking
(All mine, All mine)

No more Mr nice guy… Mr nice guy, Cause that don’t put no gas up in my tank.
And so these girls want… Is a nice time… Is nice time… And a nigga that’s gon blow the bank.

Orange? Back in the swing of things. Back in a moment, In search of the thrills and all these simple things

A switch between my index and my middle finger, A couple black stonell in my pinkie ring I’m not just blowing smoke in mirrors

I’m hella spicy left em over bitter. Since I met your wify, gave her pipe and now she?? I won’t forget her.
On the road to riches tell me what’s a better traffic? Huh?
Send a text and tell my momma “won’t be home for dinner”. Got my pen up workin on a dream to build a mansion. Out here painting pictures so vivid… It don’t need a caption.
Noo

In my rock star… Jeans and denim jacket, that’s got J on the back of it. Rap life but it’s like I got… Rockafella backin me. But you ain’t seen the half of it. No more Mr nice guy, Put you in a bag and zip it up.

Take a piss before I hop back in the?? You in a better place some how I’m still were you’d rather be!

They tried to keep from the money
(Nice try)
(Nice try)
I was playin with these niggas
(No more Mr Nice guy)
Feeling so well connected
(Wi-Fi)
(Wi-Fi)
The game is mine for the taking
(All mine, All mine)

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